Monday, January 28, 2019

Memories

I touch your soothe surface
As it ruptures my heart
Seeing ever so gently to the soul
As the strings glisten so
To shine as the sun unto the smoothe surface
As each string is strung
Within my heart I hung
Soft feelings glistening thy heart
I am here
Listening
So softly
The music the tune the melody
Why must it be this way
As each tear burns so gently so
The sense of old is here
As you strum the brass
A melody
Brings whisps
Something long forgotten
A sense of scent
A strong whiff of destiny
That surrounds me
Fresh air
Hope is there
I hold you in my arms
Feeling so close to you
Perhaps we will meet again

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